Re: Coachella 2013 Thoughts/Experiences

I’m remembering the quiet time off the polo fields right now. Specifically, being the only person on the street, with the exception of an occasional cab bringing people home or a solo bike rider. The brisk wind was cooling my warm skin. A cigarette was in between my fingers. I was drinking a glass of beer that refreshed me. It never made me drunk. To plan for something, 6 months in my case, and to finally be appreciating every second that slowly passed was just exhilarating. It was at those times that I smiled the most. I didn’t want to go to bed. Those beautiful nights will always be in my memory and heart. This is making me miss those nights all over again.

Re: Coachella 2013 Thoughts/Experiences

2013 was my third Coachella since 2010 (I skipped 2012), and I'll never miss another one again! I hadn't even planned on going because money was really tight, they didn't release the lineup, none of my friends wanted to go (for the same reasons), etc. As luck would have it, my sister bought an extra ticket and one of her friends bailed. She offered it to me about two weeks prior to the second weekend. I was hesitant, but accepted it on the promise that I would pay her back over time.

It was an absolute blast! Even though I didn't know her friends, and was mostly on my own the whole time, I'll never skip this festival ever again. We did stuff I had never done before like the Art Studio and Do Lab (I'm not much of a "dance guy", but that shit was fun as hell!). I barely knew anyone on the lineup (I was super stoked for Purity Ring!), but it didn't matter. Everyone is good. World class, even. They wouldn't book acts that weren't amazing. It was a ginormous collection of fuzzy memories that I wouldn't trade for anything.

Additionally, we only had two camping spots, and I had become accustomed to camping with no less than four (tarp city!). It didn't matter at all. We made friends with our neighbors and there was more than enough space to stretch our legs. Grillin, chillin, sharing all manner of consumable inebriates. Three days of magic. I love you, Coachella. I love you so hard.

Re: Coachella 2013 Thoughts/Experiences

Originally Posted by demosthenocke

2013 was my third Coachella since 2010 (I skipped 2012), and I'll never miss another one again! I hadn't even planned on going because money was really tight, they didn't release the lineup, none of my friends wanted to go (for the same reasons), etc. As luck would have it, my sister bought an extra ticket and one of her friends bailed. She offered it to me about two weeks prior to the second weekend. I was hesitant, but accepted it on the promise that I would pay her back over time.

It was an absolute blast! Even though I didn't know her friends, and was mostly on my own the whole time, I'll never skip this festival ever again. We did stuff I had never done before like the Art Studio and Do Lab (I'm not much of a "dance guy", but that shit was fun as hell!). I barely knew anyone on the lineup (I was super stoked for Purity Ring!), but it didn't matter. Everyone is good. World class, even. They wouldn't book acts that weren't amazing. It was a ginormous collection of fuzzy memories that I wouldn't trade for anything.

Additionally, we only had two camping spots, and I had become accustomed to camping with no less than four (tarp city!). It didn't matter at all. We made friends with our neighbors and there was more than enough space to stretch our legs. Grillin, chillin, sharing all manner of consumable inebriates. Three days of magic. I love you, Coachella. I love you so hard.

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Re: Coachella 2013 Thoughts/Experiences

Originally Posted by fatbastard

I’m remembering the quiet time off the polo fields right now. Specifically, being the only person on the street, with the exception of an occasional cab bringing people home or a solo bike rider. The brisk wind was cooling my warm skin. A cigarette was in between my fingers. I was drinking a glass of beer that refreshed me. It never made me drunk. To plan for something, 6 months in my case, and to finally be appreciating every second that slowly passed was just exhilarating. It was at those times that I smiled the most. I didn’t want to go to bed. Those beautiful nights will always be in my memory and heart. This is making me miss those nights all over again.